5 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
    I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
    I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends!
    Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.

² I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
    It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:
    “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
    for my head is filled with dew,
    and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
³ I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?
    I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
⁴ My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.
    My heart pounded for him.
⁵ I rose up to open for my beloved.
    My hands dripped with myrrh,
    my fingers with liquid myrrh,
    on the handles of the lock.
⁶ I opened to my beloved;
    but my beloved left, and had gone away.
My heart went out when he spoke.
    I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.
    I called him, but he didn’t answer.
⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me.
    They beat me.
    They bruised me.
    The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁹ How is your beloved better than another beloved,
    you fairest among women?
How is your beloved better than another beloved,
that you do so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy.
    The best among ten thousand.
¹¹ His head is like the purest gold.
    His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,
    washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
¹³ His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.
    His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
¹⁴ His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl.
    His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
¹⁵ His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.
    His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
¹⁶ His mouth is sweetness;
    yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
    daughters of Jerusalem.